Rear Entry

After days of surveillance, Fantasia is back to work and Tom is back to parts unknown, and you are working solo again. A liquor store got robbed at 3 AM one morning, and the female proprietor was raped and killed. Artificial means, and quite grisly per the autopsy photos. A 24-hour grocery store, with five female employees and a male manager was robbed and two of the women, and the man, disappeared. The other three raped and killed, of course. The police blamed it on the man, but you knew better. It had to be the Twins.

The man was a devout father, the kind of person they would despise, and one of the killed women was his daughter. They probably forced him to rape and kill her, before killing him. But your cameras had caught no one of import exiting or entering the house. Perhaps they had a secret exit? Time for a little B&E.

"Can I help you?" asked the 40-year-old bank teller as you arrived just before closing time. "Yes," you said, pulling out Tom's knife. "I'm here to rape you!" Everyone in the bank visibly calmed down, except the woman, who was play acting some fear for this scenario. You drag her from behind the tell and pull her down unto the marble floor. Her necklace is ripped off, and pearls go flying around. The crowd and guards look on in bemusement as you methodically cut off her clothes, all while she is screaming bloody murder.

Naked, you hold her by the neck and lead her to your beat-up car. You nod to a police officer as you grab the ropes and begin tying her arms behind her back. You grope a breast and smear some of the blood (she busted her nose a little on the marble floor) onto her body. She looks pretty disgusting now, you think, as you fondle her exposed pussy and steal her wedding ring.

"Please!" she cries, from the backseat, several hours later, and a block away from the house. "Shh! You'll shut the fuck up, if you know what's good for ya!" you lie. She does so, as you wait.

3 AM came by, and the house is full of activity. The TV is on, some lights. Sprinklers go off. Nobody is home. You grab Miss Betty here, and gag her, holding her by the back of the neck as she leads the way to the home. Jimmying the door open, you push her inside. Everything is lit, so you two duck behind the table as you grip your revolver in preparation.

Nothing. You cut the woman's bonds, and she rubs her wrists. "What's going on?" she asks, unconcerned for her nudity. "Help me look for clues, and I'll, uh, let you go."

You take the main floor, as she goes to the top, as you explain what you're looking for. Nothing down here seems out of the ordinary. It looks and smells like the home of a seventy-year-old man, probably the guy they killed to lay low here. Wait... You took cell phone photos of the mantle place. The old man's family. This is their grandfather. He was a musician, you recall, in the seventies. An old, dusty guitar confirms this. One solid gold record, confirms his fame, at one point in time. Hmm...

"Thanks for the gift!" comes a response from up the stairs. What the fuck? You pull out your pistol and peer into darkness. A black, shadowy void covers the place where the sound originated. The woman you had sent up their topples down the stairs, her throat cut.

"Martha!" you yell, "What the fuck are you doing? You only wanted to fuck your brother before? What's with all these snuff-killings?"

"You really don't know?" She said, as she descends into view, wearing a long, silk robe, open to expose the bests breasts money can buy, over a lean set of abs and trimmed red landing strip that didn't match the black hair on her head.

You cocked your pistol, while willing down your cock. "Don't know what? Stay back!"

"Martin and I figured it out months ago. It was hilarious. We've been tracking her ever since."

"Tracking who?" you step back into a wall as Martha sways ever closer.

"I'll tell you," she said as she pushes her breasts against your revolver. You lower it and she comes in for a kiss... just as someone tosses a plastic bag over head and begins strangling you. The last thing you see before passing out is Martin as he goes to embrace his sister.